Feels like I’m gonna devour you
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Feels like I’m gonna take a chunk out of you
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I’ll suck you dry, I’ll spit you out, and throw away the twitching husk
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It feels so good to squander when you know you have more than enough
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I’ll suck you dry, I’ll spit you out, and throw away the twitching husk
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I am a creeping carcass completely consumed with murder-lust
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Feels like I’m gonna devour you
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Feels like I’m gonna take a chunk out of you
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I’ll suck you dry, I’ll spit you out, and throw away the twitching husk
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It feels so good to squander when you know you have more than enough
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I’ll suck you dry, I’ll spit you out, as when a child discards a toy
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I am a creeping carcass completely consumed with a need to destroy
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And when the last
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Few shreds of flesh are left
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I’ll let you fall
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And move on to the next
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No morsel of contrition festers in my blood-soaked mind
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I’ll slake my brutal craving then I’ll leave what’s left behind
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Easy Meat
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